Okay. Good. I'm back.

God damn Czarnian.

Comments that should have been at the end of the last chapter:

1. The video store scene wasn't intended to be that sensual. It just ended up happening that way. (Assume Starfire is really, really hungry.)

2. Do you think Tahu and Onua are going to fight back?

3. Hope the bar section was well written. In more ways than one. (Are Malum and Akhmou really that stupid as to land themselves in jail?)

Read and... wait. You can't yet. Just enjoy the read.

Chapter Six/Eighteen: Go! V

The Gordanian ship floated over the city, cannon continuing to warm up. Along a parallel catwalk, thousands of soldiers ran towards the open hatch. As they left, a large bubble of dark black energy rose through the catwalk and popped, revealing the six heroes. Beast Boy noticeably shivered, and Lewa couldn't exactly blame him. Raven had taken them to the ship using her powers, and for all intents and purposes, they were really-

"That dark energy stuff gives me the-"

Yeah, what he said, or was trying to say anyway.

Raven moved to Beast Boy, glaring at him angrily. "Uh…" He smiled broadly and gave her thumbs up. "I meant to say… it's cool! Hehehe…"

The Gordanians moved around a corner, Robin peeking through a doorway. "We have to get to the firing controls," he said softly, stepping out. "There isn't much time."

Lewa frowned. "What do you know about firing controls, fire-spitter?"

"Enough to know that it can be turned off. What's with the name?"

The Toa smiled. "You… kind of remind me of someone."

"Oh, okay." The Boy Wonder moved to head in. "Go!"

Tanika flew after him, followed by Lewa and Cyborg. Beast Boy moved as well, tiptoeing quietly, but noticing Raven slowly advancing through the hallway, he shot a panicked glance back and ran after Lewa. Raven closed her eyes, and hung her head.

"Mind telling me why you're always by yourself?"

She sighed. "You heard the kid, Victor. I don't exactly… fit in."

The man put a comforting hand on her shoulder. The witch frowned at the repeated contact there. "He's green, half of me is metal, he's wearing a knockoff Halloween mask, and she's from space. You fit in just fine."

The message seemed to touch her quite well. Smiling slightly, Raven allowed him to push her towards the passage to rejoin the others.

Robin, Tanika, and Lewa stopped at another corner, waiting for any signs of the Gordanians.

Tanika bit her lip. "I bring you both…" she exhaled, "apology."

Robin smiled. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry I yelled, too."

"And… I guess I'm sorry for spouting off at you guys like that." Lewa winced. "It… tends to happen when I'm angry."

The girl beamed. "And again, you are… nice. On my world, only my k'norfka has shown me such kindness. On Lewa's, him and his friends."

Robin frowned then smiled again. "Well, things are different here."

The two looked at each other placidly, the Toa rolling his eyes, before Tanika blushed. Suddenly, Beast Boy appeared.

"Uh, guys?" he asked, pointing past her. "I think they know we're here!"

It was true; an alarm began to beep, bathing everything in red light, and a squadron of angry troops rushed over to capture them. Cyborg and Raven turned to this and gasped, another Gordanian jumping in front of them with a screech.

The cannon continued to power up, silver glow blinding citizens. At the control room, several graphs began to light up to show its rising energy levels. When it topped off, finally, staccatoed beeps filtering out of a speaker, Sm'ist's partner adjusting the controls. The Corporal turned past his partner to Tro'gaar, who was by now in the captain's chair, talking to other Gordanians (the media, he thought.)

"My Lord!" Sm' called.

"Hmm?"

The officer grinned wickedly. "The weapon has reached full power!"

Tro'gaar swiveled his chair around to him and grinned. He too knew it was time. "Well, well, well… then begin the firing sequence."

ist pressed a button, reveling in the glory of destroying a city. With some more beeps, the program displayed on the monitor changed from a schematic of the Stormfront to a circle of Gordanian characters, another in its centre. As seconds ticked by, like tears in the rain, the marks began to disappear from the top down in a counter-clockwise fashion- a countdown, of course. How cliché.

Tro'gaar squeezed Kiina and Gresh, both held in his hands, and sneered. He was going to destroy them. "The Earth scum shall learn…" he began, standing up, "it takes more than six juvenile heroes to defy the mighty Lord Tro'gaar!"

In front of him, the weapon prepared to fire, rings of light activating from the base forward.

Tro'gaar smiled grimly. This was it. He was going to have his revenge. It didn't matter who; on the rutan'gah, on the Toa, on the Glatorian, or everyone else who had angered him; one press of a button, and they would all be annihilated in a stream of protodermis. It may change them, sometimes for the better or sometimes for the worse, but as far as he was concerned, they were all going to DIE for betraying him. Nighty night, Gresh. Nighty night, Kiina. Nighty night, Lewa. Nighty night, rutan'g-

BOOOOM!

The door had been blown inward, the heroes standing in the acrid smoke. Tro'gaar hadn't taken care to make note of who they were, but they all seemed-

Oh.

"We're not six heroes," the hairy human said triumphantly. "We're one team."

Tro'gaar growled, face reddening in rutan'gah and the Toa, working together with filthy Earthlings. It was so on now.

"GET THEM!"

Every Gordanian beside him jolted up, charging towards the team. Robin took the first shot, a powerful kick that slammed into Sm'ist's partner's neck and nearly snapped it. Cyborg joined the party next, jumping up, slamming his fists down, and sending out a sheet of energy that took the other control men off their feet. Beast Boy, in the form of some kind of Sand Stalker, kicked two Citadel executives in the gut. Tanika charged her fists and uppercutted a reporter, sending him and his buglike camera crashing to the floor. Lewa faced a mysterious Gordanian; he couldn't quite get his occupation down-

H'SSIAH.

HERE.

And he was holding Kiina (!) and Gresh (!) for Tro'gaar too. How nice of him!

"Let them go," Lewa snarled.

ssiah smiled. "Or what? You'll trigger a piddly 'Nova' Blast and try to kill us all?"

The Toa glowered, eyes lighting up. "You're lucky," he hissed. "Toa don't kill. But if I had the chance, I certainly would."

"Well, what are you going to do now, Glatorian?" H' laughed. "Hah! What scum. You explicitly told me you were going to die, and now you come on here to take back your 'girlfriends'. Give me a break, Lewa. You're not going to amount to anything. You're useless."

"Useless enough to roundhouse-kick you in the face?"

The sergeant froze. "I- what-"

"HII-YAAH!"

WHAM!

A robotic foot flew in front of him and slammed harshly into his nose, burst of green hurting his eyes.

Overwhelmed by pain, H'ssiah crumpled to the floor, letting go of the actual Glatorian in the process.

Lewa dropped to the floor on his feet and smiled. "Speak-said it yourself, brother." He moved to hug his friends. "I am useless. I won't amount to anything tall-higher than beating an snake-alien officer to Karzahni. And I'm perfectly okay with that."

"Lewa!" Kiina sobbed as she held her friend in her grip. "Don't ever do that again!"

"How could I? The whole thing was a complete mistake-accident."

Gresh sighed, lightly hugging Lewa. "I think she means try to stand up to Tahu next time."

Lewa froze "Oh… " He looked to the ground and shuffled his feet. "Can't exactly go back to him, now can we?"

"We could try," Kiina said.

"Yeah." It was true. As far as Lewa knew, the effects of Protodermis could not be reversed- but it wouldn't hurt to dispel that. Just not right now.

He slipped out of Kiina's grip, looked at the monitor, and frowned. "What now? I can't help but get the thought-feeling that we'll all be blown to Karzahni."

Kiina smiled, having that sneaky twinkle in her eyes. "You obviously seem to have some experience with the others. Go after them. We'll take care of any other Gordanians that come here."

Lewa gasped. "You mean it?"

The Tajunan twirled her trident, having found it in H'ssiah's coat. The Tesaran did the same. "Go get him, Tiger. He just hit the jackpot."

The Toa hugged them again, saluted, and ran off.

Meanwhile, Beast Boy stood alone in human form. Suddenly, more Gordanians appeared, prompting him to turn back into a kangaroo just long enough to power one in the stomach and slam another one with his tail. He quickly turned back into a human but froze when his ears picked up some slamming-

POW!

Lord Tro'gaar smashed into the deck with his arms, sending him flying back with a yell. He tried to reorient himself and get a grip on where he was going, but he unfortunately smashed against a wall and fell down it in an unconscious heap.

Tro'gaar growled. Another one bites the dust.

He roared and lumbered towards the boy, ready to crush him into a meel'o stew, but was quickly interrupted by the robed human, who quickly threw up a black shield. It seemed dangerous to touch, sparking when he tried, but the lord quickly ignored this. A few punches hit the shield, causing the human to back up towards the wall, buckling her knees. Tro'gaar crushed through the dark energy and raised his arms again. Nighty night, freaks. Too curious of the world around them to know, but too ingrained in old traditions to care-

OW!

The hairy boy had leaped onto his shoulder and knocked him off balance; struggling to right himself and take the imbicile out, he stumbled back and knocked into an officer who had been duelling the robotic human. Soon he had caught the boy, throwing him off his shoulder across the deck. For some reason, he was not hurt- he managed to flip over and land far away in a crouch. They had gotten smarter, Tro'gaar remarked with disdain.

The boy was soon back into the fray, delivering a hard-hitting left jab that knocked the Gordanian off balance. He followed this up with a spin kick, steel-toed boot sending him spiralling in a different direction. Finally he moved for a finishing blow, preparing to high kick him in the face, but Tro'gaar had caught on. He caught him mid-move with his massive hands and threw him towards the chair. Good riddance.

The rutan'gah was by the chair as well, and froze upon seeing him crumple into it. "Robin!" she gasped.

So that was his name. Robin. Nighty night, Robin.

Tro'gaar snarled. Robin had associated himself with the rutan'gah, and willingly destroyed him and his property. He had violated the Constitution; he had every right to kill the rutan'gah for her insolence… and as a matter of fact, he would.

He lumbered towards her, fists clenched in anger. The rutan'gah activated her starbolts and lifted off after him, slinging them in his direction as she flew. They tore into the deck and blinded him with their glare, but Tro'gaar ignored this and jumped after her; now even madder than before, he pushed her to the floor with his open hand. He lifted her and slammed her again for good measure. She struggled to break free for a moment then triggered a massive starbolt that forced him to let go.

Tro'gaar began to back up cautiously, not wanting to anger the little whelp, but was quickly sidelined by the robotic man, who ran across from a pile of Gordanians and landed a haymaker on his jaw. The attacker landed in front of the rutan'gah, the two moving to take him on in tandem. The lord raised a fist to prevent this, not wanting them to do so, but was quickly overwhelmed by a barrage of punches on every part of his body, each of which stung really badly. They didn't take him down, though. Using a three-punch strategy he had learned in royal training, he hit them both where it hurt; once on the robot's face, once on the rutan'gah's chest, and a final, more powerful one in between their legs. They quickly flew back, crashing into the wall besides a recovering Robin. Night, you two.

As Cyborg's right arm hit the floor, the sonic analyzer broke, the blue panels falling off. He tried to hide this, covering the circuitry with his left hand, but the ever-vigilant Robin took notice. "Can you…" he started before rubbing his head. "Can you rewire that into some sort of weapon?"

Cyborg pursed his lips. "I can try-"

"Not so fast."

He looked at the others, both shocked, and frowned.

"He's- right behind me, isn't he?"

"The Gordanians may inflict much damage on Jump. Are you sure we should stay off?"

"Yes, John. Watch. There is much power in this group."

Green Lantern looked at his friend disbelievingly. Martian Manhunter was usually very trustworthy, but sometimes his Martian heritage got the better of him, as could be seen here…

"What power?" he asked. "They can take those guys down pat pretty easily. I saw the whole thing at the Johns Video, but that was only one group of 'em… they're going after the entire army! Oa is on yellow alert! Do we honestly know what's going to happen?"

J'onn sighed. "Not completely. But they are all capable. You should just stay quiet and focus."

John pouted. "Yeah, I kind of got bored around the argument thing."

SAME AS ME BASTICH

Not yet, you idiot.

"It gets better. If you need any more proof, consult with my niece, M'gann."

"Megan?" Green Lantern tried to remember who she was, using his ring to guide him. "The White Martian? What about her?"

J'onn waved a suddenly growned tentacle, whispered in the Martian tongue, and turned away from the control panel to Stewart. "She was the one who first got the vision of the future. I have been getting help and reassurance from her."

"Don't know if you can get much reassurance from an overtly-enthused madwoman…"

"Hi, Uncle J'onn! Hello, Mr. Stewart!"

A green Martian with orange hair appeared. She was much more like a human than J'onn; her wide eyes, button nose, extravagant hairdo, and freckles were not too different from any other girl, if one ignored the black and red jumpsuit and blue cape. Her true form was much, much worse, though.

John glowered. "You told her our secret identities? That's putting us in danger-"

The girl, M'gann, beamed. "Don't worry, Mr. Stewart! Uncle John told me I had to take extra care of 'em, since they're so important. You won't be seeing any slip ups from me, no siree!"

"Okay then. What's all this with the Gordanians and the aliens and the lions?"

M'gann giggled, throwing her arm down. "Hah, lions! You're so funny, Mr. Stewart!" She quickly composed herself and coughed. "The Gordanians just came in from an intergalactic flight, looking for the princess of Tamaran."

"Tamaran?" Green Lantern raised an eyebrow. "Never heard of it."

"It is a place of superpowered humanoids," Martian Manhunter commented. "People there can fly, lift heavy weight, survive extreme temperatures, instantly know new languages, and utilize energy as a weapon."

"Yeah, they evolved from cats! Unreal!" M'gann frowned. "How's that possible, anyway?"

"You tell me."

She grinned. "Okay! I think there used to be a tribe of kittens that were accidentally lifted on a distant planet- so cute! They walked around for a while, and were sad, but then they needed to not be sad, so the planet gave them their very own-"

"M'gann!" John yelled. The Martian girl froze.

"Stay on topic, please."

M'gann laughed sheepishly and bopped the ridge of her hand into her forehead. "Hello, Megan! Sorry, Mr. Stewart. I'll try my best.

So Koryand'r is the princess of Tamaran, right? They captured her because they wanted some kind of prisoner, and she was the best one they could find! That's really, really-" M'gann paused. "Oh. Right.

Well, they took her and did some things with her- I'm not sure what- and she got so angry she escaped. Good for her! Then she ended up on some random planet… sphere? Big sphere? Oh yeah. That's definitely its name.

She went there, and something happened which I wasn't able to see, and the Gordanians followed her. A slaver always wants his slave. Then something else happened… I really need to teach my mind a lesson… and she and a few others were captured again. Then they left."

Green Lantern touched his lips, remembering this information. "Anything else interesting? Like why they're on Earth?"

"Oh, yeah! Hello, Megan! She was prisoner for a while, then she left, and I think she chose Earth because it was the closest place she could find…"

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh!" M'gann scrunched her cheeks with her palms. "It's just so shocking!

So she's on Earth right now, and I think they were fighting- Robin and her, right? Totally in love," she sighed, clasping her fists together. "Oops, almost forgot. Then others joined them- Uncle J'onn said you met up with this one demon girl, right?"

J'onn frowned. "I did not know she was a demon."

"Hello, Megan! I just found out about it this morning!"

"Ah. Very interesting. Do you know of which?"

"No idea, sorry…" She hung her head. "That why you sent her away?"

John facepalmed. This girl was really getting on his nerves. "We sent her away because YOU told us to!"

"Oh yeah, right! Hello-"

"Please stop using jokes from that stupid TV show!"

She whimpered, dramatically sobbing. "Hello Megan is not stupid!"

"Yeah, if you're a teen."

M'gann glared at him. "I am a teen!"

He banged the wall with his head, now infinitely angry. "Good lord, child, just tell us what's going to happen!"

The Martian perked. "Okay! Jeez, silly billy. You could've just asked."

"I did ask-"

"Try to be nicer next time!

Right now they're on the ship to take on the Gordanians, because Robin led them in taking them on at that store, and they want to get back at Earth by using a cannon! I don't know if they'll win or not- gosh, I hope they win- but like Uncle J'onn said, they're really really powerful! Especially Raven! I don't think you should be worried!"

John sighed. "I don't know if the visions of a bubbly teenage Martian girl are going to help me."

She frowned. "Well, if it makes you feel any better… they do stuff in the future. I kept seeing T's. Plus Robin was in a team before, right? T for team? Omigosh! That's amazingly prophetic."

"That is enough, my niece. You may go visit Wonder Girl now."

M'gann hugged Martian Manhunter and saluted. "Okay, Uncle J'onn! Bye! Bye, Mr. Stewart! I'll see you both later!"

Green Lantern moaned in relief and took a seat. "That child is a mess."

"Do not blame her," J'onn said. "It is merely her personality. If we wish for her to grow as a hero, she must be allowed to indulge in her quirks."

"How can anyone like her improve?"

"It will take time. And like she said, there is no reason to worry." Manhunter smiled, watching the monitor. "They do 'do stuff in the future,' after all."

John smiled as well. "Okay, J'onn. If you say so."

TROGAAR SMILED EVILLY BUT IN REALITY HE WAS ANGRY. HE AND SOME OTHERS CAME UP TO THEM AND

Oh my GOD! Can't you stay patient for at least one motherf***ing SECTION?

NO

Learn to. This part's almost over, anyway.

OKAY IM LEAVING BUT JUST RMEMBERB I ACTUALLY SPELLED HIS NAME RIGHT.

Yeah. Whatever.

Tro'gaar and the other Gordanians advanced behind them, the lord smiling evilly. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes I am."

"Don't try anything," Robin growled. "You won't like it if we-"

"You won't like it if I what, hairy boy? Punch you into pulp? That outcome is pretty inevitable with us Gordanians. Have you seen your 'team' since knocking down the door to my throne room?"

Robin frowned. Cyborg and Tan… Tannicker were with him, but Lewa and Beast Boy had not shown up after their fights, and Raven had all but disappeared…

He scowled. "No. They're not gone. Don't insinuate that."

"I know Lewa," Tro'gaar said, "if only a bit. He was very crafty and sly. If my men are anything to go by, he will have abandoned you as a coward."

"That is NOT true!" Tanika shouted.

"You are not much better, troq," he hissed. She gasped. "Sorry. I had to shock you all to your senses. Trust me when I say he is one to die unloved."

Cyborg looked up at Tro'gaar and glared. "Aw, man, that's not right at all!" Robin and Tanika looked at him and he grinned. "I mean… I know we fought a bit, but he's a pretty cool guy! Could certainly beat the snot out of you lizards-"

WHUMP! "Don't try anything, whelp!"

Cyborg rubbed his head. "Jeez, forget I asked," he mumbed.

The Gordanians advanced further, about to hem them in. Tro'gaar smiled insanely. "Goodbye, humans and rutan'gah. It has not been fun." He drew out the claws on one of his hands, placing them precariously over the group. "I would give you the Speech of Death, but for violating the Constitution thricefold, I feel it not to be worth much." The claws were brought to Tanika's neck, drawing a tiny bit of blood. "You will be the first to die, pitiful GIRL-"

"Hands off, lizard-breath!"

The Gordanians frowned, unsure of the new threat. "Come out, troq!"

The voice sighed. "If you insist."

With a gust of wind, a tall figure jumped in, slashing a weapon a few times before landing at his feet. He got up and smiled.

Tanika gasped. "Lewa!"

"Yeah, it's me. Ever-sorry, ever-sorry, ever-sorry for being so late, I was preoccupied-busy with the other Gordanians."

"It's okay," Robin said. "You were helping in whatever way you could."

"But what if I'd not listen-heard?"

"I would have come for you too," Tro'gaar bellowed. "Went after H'ssiah, now did you? Tell me, Toa," he said, bringing up his claws, "how did his blood taste?"

Lewa frowned. "I didn't drink-taste his blood."

"He was beaten savagely. I know some bloodlust was involved."

"Well yeah, duh!" The Toa rolled his eyes. "He destroy-exploded my house-home, kidnapped-took my heart-friends and hard-threw me in protodermis. Of course I was gonna get angry-mad!"

Tro'gaar rubbed his claws together. "To such a degree-"

"Okay, okay, time out!" Cyborg held his palms together in a T-shape. "First off, get to the point already. Second- Lewa- could you try to speak more normally?" He rubbed the organic part of his head. "Your compound speech is givin' me a headache."

Lewa looked sullen. "But I like using tree-speak!"

"I said try."

The Toa sighed. "All right, I'll do what I can. Just as well; Kiina and Gresh were getting tired of it too."

"Ah, 'Kiina' and 'Gresh.'" Tro'gaar smiled. "What of them? What do they think of you? Are they just as mad towards you as you to me?"

Lewa growled. "Okay, we're not doing this!" He held up his sword. "Already solved my self-confidence issues. I'm useless and I'm proud."

"Does it help your 'friends?'" the Gordanian said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"If I have to, I'll ignore 'em. This fight is between you and me, Tro'gaar, and I want revenge for the destruction of my Glatorian's Guide. Leave everything else out and hit me for that."

The lord froze before laughing. The others looked at him concernedly. "Pff! What a pitiful reason! You seriously tell me that the health of your friends is not worth fighting over?"

"Yes. They're fighting for that on their own." Lewa smiled, then snarled. "It was a mint edition, you Karzahni-spawn."

The Gordanian stared at him in disbelief. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"In my book," the Toa said as he jumped high up, "a whole… freaking… LOT! Haaah!"

WHACK!

On the downward curve of his jump, Lewa had drew his right arm back, pulled it in forcefully, and hit Tro'gaar's face with his Skyblaster so hard that the Gordanian had actually been knocked down. Lewa dropped on the floor and smiled. "Good riddance."

Tanika squealed. "Oh, well done, friend!"

"Nicely played," Cyborg admitted. "I- oh, man, he's back up!"

The Toa looked to Tro'gaar and paled. Karz, he was… and not only was he now even angrier than before, steam literally billowing out of his ears, but Lewa now had no weapon to deal blunt damage with… the weapon had been destroyed, lying in silvery pieces on the ground. A small zamor sphere rolled out.

"I'm done for, aren't I?"

Tro'gaar laughed dementedly and smiled savagely. "You… are!" He drew out the claws of his other hand and walked towards the Toa shakily. "You most certainly, certainly are! Say goodbye, Toa Lewa-"

"Get away from my friends!"

Tro'gaar looked to this new threat and grinned ear to ear. "Oh, hello there. So nice to see you again, daughter of-"

"Shut up," the voice intoned menacingly.

"Raven!"

She was a bit battered, Tro'gaar's fistshaving got the better of her, but she seemed alright, able to support a limping Beast Boy in one arm and keep an aura in the other.

"Yeah, it's me. What do you want from them, Tro'gaar?"

"What do you think?" The lord laughed. "I want them to die. In time, I will want you, too." He turned to Raven. "It's funny because you will! Once Tri- oh, excuse me, Trianglular Polygon Demon- comes to play, that is."

"That's not important," Raven said, eyes beginning to glow white. "Keep off of them."

"And risk having my beloved crew killed? No way!" Tro'gaar waved to the group, showing the all the full extent of his claws. "You are not getting off of this ship," he whispered. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. Scum like you deserves a horrible death-"

He noticed Raven was not reacting and frowned. "Any last words?"

"Azarath," she mumbled.

Tro'gaar frowned. "What does that mean?"

"Azarath metrion."

Tro'gaar screamed. "That does not MEAN anything, you useless little troq! AAGH! I demand you say something useless before I rip you all apart with my claws, death from death, limb from limb-"

"Azarath metrion ZINTHOS!"

The room was bathed in a black light, everything turned negative in the process.

The Gordanian gaped, claws by his sides. "Uh oh-"

BOOOOOOOOM!

FRAG YEAH BASTICHES

The bridge stayed silent for a bit before it exploded, everything being destroyed in a violent wind. Unable to support itself without the cannon, the Stormfront began to fall, plummeting towards the bay and impacting the water with a loud, messy SPLASH! Waves created by the force washed over the craft, receding to show that the remains of the captain's room remained mostly intact. As it began to sink, the unconscious troops did so as well; wet but alive, Cyborg, Tanika, Robin, and Lewa got up.

Lewa sighed in relief, wiping off his mask. "Whew! I'm glad that's over-"

Oh no.

Tro'gaar got up too. He was still very much alive.

Aand Go! is just about finished! One more scene, then a bit of interstitial until we reach the actual episodes. That will be pretty exciting.

1. I read a recent fanfic where someone explained what happened in between the future Titans going off and appearing in the ship. I don't know if I should try to guesstimate that as well. Ideas?

2. Payback's a bitch, H'ssiah! Hell yes.

3. Did I mess up M'gann's character? I know I messed up M'gann's character. I don't know how, but I'm sure I did.

4. Raven saves the day. I have to agree with Lobo on this one. Frag yeah.

5. I hope nobody thinks Kiina and Gresh are dead. These are comics, remember? )

Read and... okay, now you can review! Please?